22. Week 7 Part 5

Week 7
Written By Laristopa .

So… this is the long-awaited next chapter for you guys. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

Given quite a number of people asking for a release date, we are proud to say that, starting next month, all stories will be posted on weekdays. ‘Role of a Lifetime’ will be posted almost regularly every 5-6 days, with other short stories in between.

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Chrissy stepped out onto the driveway with Miss Valentine trailing closely behind. The sun was high in the sky, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. He smiled into the sun, thankful that his sensitive green eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. Miss Valentine’s Escalade waited in the middle of the driveway.

Seeing the Escalade reminded Chrissy that his own prized vehicle was still dead as a doornail inside his garage. He STILL hadn’t gotten around to reading the owner's manual to diagnose the problem. Pushing his car from his mind, Chrissy secured his purse around his shoulder and pulled on the passenger door. Thankfully, an automatic running board lowered, and Chrissy’s heeled foot used it to step up. Otherwise, with his diminished size, he would have struggled to get into the vehicle. The cold leather of the seat rested against his exposed back, and he crossed his legs together automatically, grimacing at the pressure against his inserted tampon.

Miss Valentine sat behind the wheel and backed down the driveway while the car radio lit up and began playing a catchy pop tune. Chrissy’s shoulders swayed in time with the music, and he caught himself mouthing the words even though he’d never heard the song before. Chrissy found that his brain was somehow filled with a litany of modern pop despite having no interest in it. Miss Valentine smirked and snuck glances at Chrissy while he was bopping along.

She continued to drive and spoke over the radio, “Okay, Chrissy, you need to follow my lead once we get to the salon. I got a great deal, and I’ll be VERY upset if you blow it. You wouldn’t want to leave your hair looking like THAT when your boyfriend returns, right?”

Chrissy nervously twirled his long, DISGUSTING brunette hair and nodded while staring out the window. What did she mean by ‘her lead,’ exactly? Chrissy was too anxious and self-conscious to raise any objection, but the thought swirled in his mind.

Before long, they pulled into a parking lot and occupied a spot. Chrissy exited, using the running board to carefully descend onto the pavement. He landed on his heels and waited for Miss Valentine while fidgeting with his GROSS, LIFELESS hair. Miss Valentine came around the Escalade while locking the doors with the fob. She sidled up to Chrissy, and they began walking side-by-side towards the nearby strip mall. Chrissy noticed Miss Valentine was nearly the same size he was—and she was wearing tennis shoes! She was tall for a woman, but Chrissy was wearing four-inch sandals!

They passed another group of two that was entering the parking lot from the strip mall, holding a collection of shopping bags. They looked like a mother and daughter.

The women smiled at Chrissy and Miss Valentine, who reciprocated kindly. The older woman cleared her throat and asked, “Are you two here for the special?”

Miss Valentine nodded and responded in a friendly tone, “We are! My daughter needed a touch-up, and I could NEVER pass up such a good deal!”

The older woman looked Chrissy up and down, her smile not faltering as she added, “I know, right? Well, have fun! I’m sure you’ll look even more beautiful when it’s all said and done.” She winked at Chrissy and lowered her voice, “I’m sure the boys are already swooning over a pretty little thing like you, aren’t they?”

The younger woman groaned and chided her mother, “Mom, oh my god! She doesn’t want to hear that from a total stranger!” She pulled her mother by her shoulder and apologized as they passed, “I’m sorry, girlfriend! Mom can be so f-ing cringe! Your top is super cute, by the way.”

Chrissy smiled and giggled along, not sure if this was part of Miss Valentine’s ‘lead’ or not. He thanked the young woman and waved nervously as they departed to the parking lot.

Miss Valentine gave Chrissy a thumbs up, and they continued to the salon. As they walked, and Chrissy’s heels clicked on the pavement, he realized that the women thought he was also a woman! He must have been pretty convincing to fool two people at such a close range! It definitely spoke to his dedication to the role and his ability to unconsciously act. He hadn’t even been trying! If he could trick them, who couldn’t he trick? Chrissy looked down into his cleavage and felt his heavy earrings jiggle in time with his tits. That being said...he couldn’t exactly blame them for thinking it. A little cramp stung in his lower belly as the feminine hygiene product nestled within him absorbed some liquid. He, admittedly, looked...a little like a woman at this point.

Chrissy and Miss Valentine approached the salon door just as another realization struck him. Wait, her daughter? Did Miss Valentine introduce him as her daughter?

“Here we are, sweetie,” Miss Valentine stated calmly, “Remember, follow my lead and don’t screw this up—OR ELSE.”

There were two signs in the window:

TUESDAYS ONLY

MOTHER/DAUGHTER

TWO-FOR-ONE SPECIAL!

And

THIS IS A FEMALE-ONLY SPACE.

PLEASE HAVE ID READY.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

— MANAGEMENT

Chrissy gulped. He couldn’t go in there! If they found out he had a penis, he would get kicked out and humiliated!

Miss Valentine pulled the door open and stared at Chrissy expectantly.

Chrissy took a step back and shook his head while chirping, “I-I can’t, like, go in there. That sign kind of says, um, ‘Female only,’ you know?”

Miss Valentine craned her neck to read the sign and released the door before throwing her hands up and responding coldly, “Yeah, so?”

Chrissy pointed a delicate, pink-tipped finger between his legs and muttered, “I don’t have the—um—the, like, right equipment and stuff.”

Miss Valentine got behind Chrissy and put her hands on his shoulders. Chrissy froze beneath her touch. Was she about to lose it? Was she about to push Chrissy over, beat him up, humiliate him, or a combination?

She pointed towards the glass shop window and whispered in Chrissy’s ear, “Look at your jeans in that window. Do you think they’re going to see that cameltoe between your legs split by a little string and think you have a penis? Are you serious?”

Chrissy looked where Miss Valentine was indicating and noticed the seam of his jeans WAS digging into his prosthetic. It gave him the illusion of subtle but obviously female genitalia. Seeing his cameltoe made him suddenly FEEL the tightness of his jeans once again. He turned his hips and shifted his leg to get a better view. There was no doubt about it, the illusion was...robust.

As if to illustrate the point, Chrissy noticed the store directly adjacent to the salon was a comic book store. In the window, staring down at him, was the judgmental visage of his former self—a life-size statue of ‘Captain America’!

He snuck one quick peek before turning away and burning with embarrassment. The comparison between Chrissy and ‘Captain America’ or even ‘Chris Evans,’ for that matter, was no longer realistic by any stretch of the imagination. Chrissy squirmed beneath the hardened, blue gaze of the towering, masculine statue and somehow felt his long, silky hair, curvy figure, perky breasts, plump cameltoe, inserted tampon, cute makeup, and tight women’s clothing even more. Every significant difference was highlighted on his unrecognizable body, and he felt his femaleness more than ever. The statue didn’t represent him any longer, and Chrissy knew it. The WORLD knew it with nothing but a glance. 

Miss Valentine released Chrissy’s shoulders and pulled on the door once more. She motioned with her head for Chrissy to enter, and he did so reluctantly, tightly clutching his purse for comfort. Could he really keep the illusion up? Even if he wasn’t masculine like ‘Captain America,’ he was still a man walking into a lioness’s den!

Chrissy timidly followed Miss Valentine across the floor. The salon was lightly populated with women engaging in all manner of hair-related treatments. The high-pitched hum of conversation echoed off the walls.

Chrissy noticed a few curious gazes shoot his way as he and Miss Valentine entered. He felt like an intruder, like a spy waiting to be discovered. Any second now...one of the onlookers would call him out... Accuse him of having a cock... Kick him out... Who knows—call the police!

The curious gazes quickly shifted away, likely because they found exactly what they expected. Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief. The first hurdle had been cleared!

They approached the front desk and met a smiling, young brunette behind a computer.

She spoke with a cheery, bubbly voice, “Hi! Welcome in! Do you ladies have an appointment?”

Miss Valentine nodded and responded plainly, “Yes, Valentine, 9 o’clock.”

The young woman typed on her computer and nodded, “Oh, yes, Mrs. Valentine. You’re the one I spoke to on the phone earlier about our mother/daughter special. I already talked to your stylists, so they should know exactly what to do. Can I have your IDs for verification, please?”

Miss Valentine nodded and began digging into her purse. Chrissy followed suit. His fake ID said he was female, so it would definitely go a long way in maintaining his cover, but he was still nervous. He shifted his hips, feeling his jeans digging between his legs and putting uncomfortable pressure on his tampon. He just needed to stay calm and act like a woman. He would have to do it in a little over a month for ‘A Woman’s Soul’ anyway, so this was a good practice run.

He nervously opened his purse and procured the ID card from his wallet.

California IDENTIFICATION CARD

ID E74259328

LN EVANS

FN CHRISTINA ROBIN

AGE 23

SEX F

HGT 5'7

WGT 125 lb

EYES GRN

HAIR BLN

He held the ID towards the receptionist, who glanced at it for the briefest possible period of time before looking away. She did the same with Miss Valentine’s license. They both stowed their IDs while the receptionist input their information into her computer.

She mumbled while typing and staring at the screen, “Mom is…Linda Valentine…daughter is Christina Evans… You are mother and daughter, correct? I don’t mean to pry into your business, but you have different last names.”

Miss Valentine scoffed, “If you MUST know, her father, Christopher Evans, is a real piece of shit that knocked me up at 16 and skipped out. Isn’t that right, Chrissy?”

Chrissy nodded and agreed with a quiet squeak while his cheeks burned, “Y-yeah, Mom, Christopher Evans is, like, a real POS.”

The receptionist smiled, “Thank you for that clarification, ladies. I’m sorry to hear it. But he's a man; what can you do? You are both in our system as mother and daughter now. Your stylists are ready for you if you’d like to walk to the open mirrors. Thanks again for coming in!”

With that, Chrissy followed Miss Valentine through the salon. Several women looked up and smiled at them but generally didn’t pay any further attention. Chrissy’s hips and ass swayed unconsciously while he strutted on his heels, adding seamlessly to the disguise.

Near the far end of the room were two open mirrors. A young, blonde stylist poked on a tablet and stood as she saw the duo approaching. She wore denim overalls atop a white t-shirt and black pants.

The young woman dropped the tablet and smiled at Chrissy warmly. She quickly approached and wrapped him in a tiny hug while declaring in a sing-song soprano, “You must be Christina! I’m Mary-Sue! So happy to meet you! I LOVE your top, by the way. SO cute!”

Chrissy returned the smile and let go of Mary-Sue after a quick squeeze. To keep up appearances, he tried matching her enthusiasm while responding, “Hi, Mary-Sue! You can, like, call me Chrissy if that’s okay? Your nails are, like, SUPER pretty!”

Chrissy turned to Miss Valentine, who was shaking hands professionally with an older hairdresser just a few feet away. They glanced at Mary-Sue and Chrissy while sharing a quiet chuckle. Chrissy’s cheeks flushed; they must have sounded like teenage girls!

Mary-Sue collected Chrissy's purse and motioned for the nearby chair while speaking, “Thanks, Chrissy! I did them myself! I heard you’re looking for something a little more vibrant to impress a boy.”

Chrissy sat and crossed his legs. He timidly shrugged his shoulders before giving a small nod. He wanted to deny it, but that really WAS the reason they were here.

Mary-Sue grinned and put a salon cape on Chrissy’s torso before pointing at his legs. “I need you to keep your legs uncrossed if you could, please. I know it’s tough for some women because it’s their default, but it’s important to keep your body equal on all sides. I’d hate to have you leave here lopsided! Also, I need to collect your earrings. They’re SO cute, but they’ll just get in the way!”

Chrissy uncrossed his legs and pressed them together tightly instead. He removed his earrings, and Mary-Sue secured them in his purse. Was Mary-Sue right about that? Had crossing his legs become his default? Chrissy’s mind reeled. If that was the case...what else was he doing without noticing it?

Mary-Sue ran her fingers through Chrissy’s hair and spoke to him in a quieter voice, “Relax, girl! I’ll have you looking nice and pretty in no time. Your mom already let us know what you want, so let’s get started.”

The process began, and Chrissy was initially timid and concerned. His mind was so busy worrying about his unconscious actions and mannerisms that he barely engaged in conversation. It wasn’t until Mary-Sue mentioned ‘The Bachelor’ that the conversation finally started to become interesting. Chrissy and Mary-Sue found their interest in television programming was almost identical, and they gabbed nonstop about their love for every show Chrissy was a super-fan of. Branching off from their shared interest in TV, Chrissy and Mary-Sue discovered that they had several hobbies in common as well, including fashion, makeup, and shopping. 

While chatting about their favorite cosmetic brands, Mary-Sue started sectioning off Chrissy’s hair using foil and applying a strong-smelling, white paste.

For their part, Miss Valentine and her hairdresser mostly discussed Miss Valentine’s work and her relationship with Chrissy. Chrissy listened in and was surprised at how elaborate Miss Valentine’s fake backstory was. She talked about Chrissy’s ‘father,’ Christopher, who abandoned the family when Chrissy was born. She talked about her job as a fitness trainer and her struggles as a single mother. She even brought up stories about Chrissy when ‘she was a little girl.’

There were several moments during the appointment where Miss Valentine asked Chrissy to verify something, and he always gritted his teeth and responded positively with ‘Yes, Mom’ or ‘I remember, Mom,’ even if he was admitting to something embarrassing. It didn’t benefit him at all to deny or argue with her because, ultimately, that could lead to questions about their relationship or, worse, it could end with Miss Valentine becoming angry.

One such moment was Miss Valentine disclosing Chrissy’s ‘embarrassing first period,’ which, reportedly, occurred during a ballet performance at age 11 in front of an auditorium of people. ‘Her pink leotard turned red pretty quick with her leg straight up in the air like that. Right, Chrissy? You’re menstruating right now, aren’t you?’ prompted Chrissy to feel another cramp and squirm around his uncomfortable tampon while responding begrudgingly with, ‘Yeah, Mom, my first one was really embarrassing. Yes, I’m on my period right now.’

The worst part was the laughter of Miss Valentine’s hairdresser and several other surrounding women that were eavesdropping. Much to Chrissy’s chagrin, it seemed that older women LOVED engaging with humiliating childhood stories. The fact that a group of women were giggling about his supposed ‘embarrassing first period’—while doing ballet, no less—dealt a heavy blow to Chrissy’s remaining male ego. They truly believed he had been a little girl at one point!

Breaking Chrissy from his negative thoughts was Mary-Sue. She notified him that she’d finished lathering and foiling his hair. He was instructed to stay still and wait for 45 minutes. He spent the majority of the time conversing with Mary-Sue about their shared interests.

It wasn’t lost on Chrissy how feminine his situation was. He was sitting with goop in his long hair, in the middle of a ‘female only’ salon, with tight jeans digging into his fake, menstruating vagina, breasts tenting his salon cape, high heels on his tiny, painted feet, and a fake, verified female ID in his purse, all while gabbing about shopping and fashion. He knew it, but...he just leaned into it. The voice in his head told him it was okay, and it didn’t hurt to try and learn the inner workings of women. He was in the middle of something most men would never have an opportunity to see. He considered how dynamic his performance could be with ‘insider knowledge.’

Miss Valentine continued to push the envelope about her ‘wild daughter.’ She had quite the little gaggle of hens to cluck to. At least half a dozen old women gathered around and listened to her spout off more fake stories. Particularly, she talked about Chrissy’s various suspensions for sexual activity in high school. Each story was more dubious than the last. Eventually, it escalated to Chrissy in a cheerleaders uniform having full on sex on the football field in front of hundreds of people WITH a subsequent pregnancy scare. ‘Isn’t that right, honey?’ was answered with a mortified ‘Yes, Mom’ or ‘I can’t believe I did that, Mom.’

Chrissy was glad his face was covered with foil because he was beet red. What was he supposed to do? Argue with his ‘mom’ in the middle of the salon? He grumbled beneath the foil but remained quiet. She was just having fun. It wasn’t like he’d see any of these women again, and he definitely didn’t want to let Miss Valentine or her little posse get to him!

However, it did bother him when Mary-Sue laughed and asked him if Miss Valentine was telling the truth about a particularly raunchy story. When Chrissy reluctantly answered in the affirmative, the words ‘That’s pretty slutty, Chrissy, no offense,’ left her mouth, and he immediately felt his pride and self-confidence take a significant hit. They may not have been real stories, but to these women they were. He could feel their judgmental snickers digging into his psyche and altering his perception of himself and the world around him. It was subtle, but Chrissy’s self-worth was slowly diminishing in the salon chair.

When the longest 45 minutes of Chrissy’s life were finally over, a giggling Mary-Sue picked the foil away until it was gone. Chrissy sheepishly kept his gaze squarely on the floor while Miss Valentine and her entourage laughed at another whopper of a Chrissy story. Apparently, she’d gotten a two-day suspension for having a vibrator fall out of her backpack while taking a math test. The ladies particularly enjoyed how it was described as ‘rolling right up to the teacher’s desk, still soaking wet.’ 

Catching a quick glance of his messy, goopy hair, Chrissy suddenly felt relieved at the lack of male gaze in the salon. It made total sense that they had a strict female-only policy because he felt particularly ugly and fragile midway through the process, like a half-baked dessert, and any concern about male attention would only make it worse!

Mary-Sue led Chrissy by his slumped shoulders and goopy hair. Chrissy wrapped his arms around his chest in an attempt to comfort and protect himself because the women openly laughed as he passed. He felt tears welling in his eyes but refused to cry. He needed to keep his makeup intact for Brad! Chrissy felt a flutter in his chest and a tiny flare of confidence in his body. Brad would never make him feel bad like this! Brad could be his support, his rock—and he was coming back really soon!

Miss Valentine cruelly called, “Oh come on, honey, we’re just joking around!”

Ignoring his ‘mother,’ Chrissy made his way with Mary-Sue to another reclining chair. He laid down and kept his legs together while Mary-Sue washed and soaked his hair with water and various conditioners. The process only lasted a few minutes. They didn’t talk much, as it was clear that Chrissy was no longer in the mood. With his hair properly washed, the duo made it back to the original chair. Chrissy still had his gaze at the floor as he sat down. Thankfully, the women had dispersed, though he could feel their eyes and hear their whispers all over the salon. They were spreading humiliating stories!

Mary-Sue combed out Chrissy’s hair and dried it. When the process was complete, she clapped her hands together and smiled.

“You look SO pretty, girl!” She sang joyfully.

She faced Chrissy away from the big mirror and used a handheld mirror to let him see his new hair from behind. Chrissy looked at his reflection and gasped.

He was blonde! He looked just like his ID picture. His mid-back-length hair was completely changed. He didn’t agree to this! He just wanted his DISGUSTING brunette hair highlighted a little bit! He shifted his head and watched the hypnotic sway of bright blonde locks.

Mary-Sue turned Chrissy so he could look at himself from the front. The first thing he noticed was that his hair clashed with his makeup. It didn’t bother him too much, as he could always fix it later, and there was no way Brad would notice a problem. Other than that, he looked like he had before, only more...blonde.

“Don’t you just love it? It’ll be like high school again for you, huh? Blondes have more fun! I hear you already know that from experience,” Mary-Sue said cheekily.

Chrissy flipped his hair behind his ears and looked at himself from multiple different angles. On further reflection, this wasn’t so bad. He could work with this.

Chrissy piped up, “Y-yeah, it’s, um, it’s great. Thanks, Mary-Sue.”

With that, Chrissy stood and grabbed his purse. His long, silky blonde hair swayed in his vision. Seeing the bright color attached to his head would certainly take some getting used to! Miss Valentine was already waiting for him at the front. He slung his purse on his shoulder and clicked through the salon. He felt every eye staring at him as he did so. The words ‘slut,’ ‘tramp,’ and ‘whore’ stuck out to Chrissy as he took what felt like a walk of shame.

He approached Miss Valentine, and his eyes shot instantly to her feet. He felt so...inadequate. Her hands were on her hips, and she opened the door for Chrissy to walk through.

Laristopa .
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